*Damian's Pov*
Damian sat at his desk, the usual mountain of paperwork strewn about in front of him, but his mind was far from the contracts and numbers he usually excelled at.
His thumb brushed the velvet box resting in the drawer beside him, the one he had opened and closed at least a dozen times in the last hour, each time staring at the ring nestled inside.
It wasn’t just any ring. It was a declaration, a line drawn in the sand. A promise that Rachael was his, now and always. He’d been thinking about this for weeks, and now, the decision seemed inescapable.
She can’t slip away. Not like that. Not after everything.
“But he’s back” Damian’s mind hissed, an unwanted reminder of the chaos Victor had already brought into Rachael’s life. Damian couldn’t let that continue. No, he needed
